The Matriarchs

It’s hard to deliver kindness
My scars didn’t come from love,
You dealt out judgments decreed
From the one you served above.

Perhaps I was just too different
Or maybe just the same,
Your youthful sins reflected
In the syllables of my name.

Thus, the soundtrack of my being
Was a mournful melody,
And my quest for your approval
Was not the remedy.

But time has Her way of bringing
Those wounds to a close,
Though they at times still sting
As my timeline grows.

As love became indifference
I simply numbed the pain,
For time brought those to who
I could never do the same.

Now you’re gone, not knowing
That my heart could still forgive,
I escaped your wrath and somehow found
My own path on which to live. 

The words that sang from my Queen’s lips
Hit home and rang so true,
“You didn’t mean to be cruel
Somebody hurt you too”.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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